Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Winter muds into Spring. Spring buds into Summer. Summer falls into Autumn. Autumn ices into Winter.

African-American, Italian, Irish, Latino, Japanese, Danish, Russian, Fairy, Wait! What? Elfin, Norwegian, English, Wait a second!! Fairy? Elf? A race? A gene? Yes. Haven’t you seen them once or twice? On a crowded street? In a quiet library? That fair, … Continue reading →

I can’t breathe! My brain gonna bust. I’ve got to exhale! Something! Anything! Like “…the washing machines buzz at the end of the cycle” Got to get it down on paper even if only to start the next load, maybe … Continue reading →

Digging through the universe, a peep hole to a hint of what lies at the core. Holiness flows through the tunnel God bore so we may bathe in the Sabbath Day.

The old man wandered into the Blue Moon Gentlemen’s Club around 2:AM, a worn-like-he-was-lost look on his face. Five ladies were still working, taking turns dancing for the six grungy patrons sitting in the room shrouded in smoke and gloom. … Continue reading →

There are millions of poets who never wrote a word. But those who mine for golden words to brighten darkness, toil to strip cataracts from eyes, thrust surprise into jaded lives, salute those earthy bards, wish them revelation in their … Continue reading →

What right have we for rites of passage when so many die before their rite time? What right for a girl to feel blood tide on her thighs when so many, for no crime but being who they are, lie … Continue reading →

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!” or, for that matter, the Giant, green on the screen. Both are graven images any might see, each sighting becoming a focus for liturgy. Pantheists, or Poly, trin or unitarian, Christian, … Continue reading →

Trinitarians are, in truth, serial unitarians, watching Divinity evolve through time to, “What! Know ye not that the kingdom of heaven is in you?” From one God made manifest in a burning bush to the Next, whose manifest destiny is … Continue reading →

A visit to the Dutchess Radiology Clinic is not, QED, deaths first quiet tap on the door. Some brain tumors are benign and extractable. Not all coughs are caused by cancer. But, always, the possibility… Sitting in the waiting room … Continue reading →